Serendipity

On some nights we find thoughts
As a stack of nights in serendipity

Like tonight, when mouse-looking
Old man as his soul watched hole

That is another’s thought treasure
Where we find acts of serendipity.

Do we see mouse-looking old men
Watching treasure holes for smell?

Yes, if they are of old and/or dead
And your night comes upon them.

There are Plato caves in the stacks
And men’s shadows on their walls

Old men watching treasured holes
For old smells in calciferous caves.

As the inside of old men’s outsides
We may watch serendipitous holes

Until we are holes with no outside
And we are a left smell in the cave.

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